Now it goes around the sausage

There you are on the woodway

My hair stands up to the mountain

I understand only train station

Sorry but my Englisch is under all pig

The Devil I will do!

Come on, jump over your shadow

Holla the wood fairy

You walk me animally on the cookie

I fall from all clouds

No one can reach me the water

You are the yellow from the egg

Now we have the salad

I think my pig whistles

My dear Mr Singing Club

Now we sit here in the ink

There the dog goes crazy in the pan

Lid down, monkey dead

You're a pea counter

I get the crisis

I have now really my nose full

I lough me broken

That goes off like Schmitz' cat

I‘m foxdevilswild

I think i spider